Gothic Poetry
The Dungeon Speaks
Neath a rock, my fear I hide,
Travels I run away,
My eyes deceive perchance I lied,
My heart will not stray.
He told me thus, death or not,
Depends on answer true,
Death to him, may he rot,
Insane my love for you.
He is coming, take my soul,
Keep it safe, hold it tight,
Savage anger, taking its toll,
A Breath I take, I do what is right.
He will not win though he wills it so,
Oh my heart, he reaches for me,
He thinks, he sees, but he does not know,
And his death brings things unseen.
THE MARK
I thought there was us
I was already walking that road
Hoping you are just behind or in front of me
Maybe for a while you were beside me
But not for long
I got complacent that I haven't noticed you leaving me alone
Suddenly I got afraid
Memories of being alone soon rumbled back
I was left in the darkness again
I was groping everywhere
Hoping that somehow it was only the light that had left us
But no...
All I felt was the cold air embracing me
There's nothing to be held upon
There's nothing I can touch
There's nothing near of reach
I almost fall back
I almost give up
Yet a thought came to mind
I had marked you
With one of those luminescent hue
So that even in darkness you will glow
I would see you
I will find you
Maybe you had ur break for a while
Maybe a breathe of different air is needed
To give balance to your reverie
Don't worry
I'll be looking for the mark
I'll be reclaiming you
Just hold and be still
You will never go astray
Not in this realm
Not again
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Mousse de Haunting
Thou art here, yet there
A shimmer in shadowed air,
So near to caress.
I'm driven to press
My lips upon thy neck.
Thy skin melts like chocolate,
Succlent mousse on a silver plate,
In my mouth's wanton cavern.
Though naught as voidance in turn.
For my teeth sink into air.
So wantonly I list thee.
Thou art denied me.
Night for torturous night,
From dusk to breaking light,
I try again upon again.
Thy beauty an aphrodisiac
That lure out the maniac
Dwelling deep in my ghost.
Long seperated from corporeal host.
Longing with unstilled hunger
To devour thy body.
Eternity hath forbid me.
Fiend
so fiendish that thing
and so cruel is its reign
till you know of naught
'cept of anguish and pain
unmatched is its strength
unrelenting its ways
its eyes are on you
and its gaze never strays
its blackened teeth sink
like the sharpest of knife
while its brutal claws
seem to scar you for life
its scaly hide rubs
till apart you are sawn
each inch it now knows
and on every it's gnawn
it's wore your last nerve
and it's broken your will
till you know for sure
that it's you it shall kill
there's just one way around
it must be ignored
you must put it down
for it's your death ensured
so kiss it goodnight
and then put it to bed
the beast isn't real
it just dwells in your head...
foretold numbing
it seems that this crypt is mine
so within it I'll lie
I would claim once alive
but seems we're all born to die
since we all lose this war
think I'll give up the fight
just lie down, grow stiff
and run away from the light
what's the use in the walk
if I'm foretold where to go
why lay eyes on the sights
when they've no splendors to show
why run on and chase
instead of sitting in wait
since the end calls us all
and there's no going late
why rush out to meet
what in time always greets
why beat up ourselves
while it's us that it beats
why not just sit here for it
let it creep up and come
why not be kept by this crypt
till I partake in the numb...
Dirty Little Secret
Am I your dirty little secret?
Stitch up my lips, darling
So I can't speak of our love
Bind my wrists behind my back
So I shan't write of our love
Am I your hidden fears?
Don't acknowledge my presence
In front of your peers
Pretend I'm just your friend
Am I your secret confessional?
Whisper sad tales and cry turtle tears
Drain my empathy with your need
Take everything and not give a damn
About my punctured heart
Am I your silenced partner?
Deny my existence in its worth
Don't sacrifice your status
To announce our passionate bond
Am I just your echo?
You say it all with deaf ears
Your rambling dialog never stops
You careen wildly toward each word
And the one after that
Leaving me in your dust
Guess I've become a dust bunny
Hidden under your bed,
Neither alive nor dead
Just your dirty little secret
4/17/15 Rexanne Endicott
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